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Tarun nods, his eyes slits as he studied the serpent.

Crouching down, he opened up his pack, pulling out another loaf-But rather than stand up and deliver Azzazz his payment, he held both loaves tight, his face going blank and expressionless as he waited for the snake to slither up closer.

"'Ere, wouldn't want yore...prize t' collect dirt." His voice was eerily calm, but for the heavy emphasis on 'prize'.